I'm not sure if this post continues bragging in some way, if it's triggering let me know and I'll remove it.
I attended a south Florida high school in 2012, situated in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere yet still packed with thousands of students from surrounding counties as we were the closest high school for miles. The cliques were endless and diverse but that didn't stop the gossip from spreading. In my sophomore year a particularly interesting whisper diffused among the classes, that a group of girls from yearbook club had formed a pact to take as many V-cards as possible before graduation, and subsequently dubbed themselves The Virgin Slayers (TVS). (They all shared the same first name, so for convenience I will refer to them as Heather 1,2,3.)
For a while this was all anyone could talk about, and the hype was real as we waited to hear of the inevitable first to be chosen. Unsurprisingly he was a Chadlite, albeit an inexperienced freshman, and the ball began to roll. Between the beginning of the school year and the Homecoming dance TVS snatched eight V-cards, and that was only between Heather 1 and Heather 2. Heather 3 seemed to be chickening out as she had yet to complete the deed. A week went by and the drama bomb was dropped: Heather 3 was actually a virgin herself, and admittedly had a crush on a currycel. He stood 5'8, extremely darkskin with added scary white eyes/teeth, bulbous curry nose, owned a collection of every color Toms shoes known to man. Reactions were mixed as the crush proceeded to public relationship. (I know I wasn't the only one staring in confusion when they held hands in the courtyard.) Like a well written teen rom-com, they lost their virginities on Prom night. The last shock came when the currycel ended the relationship, although it is unclear if he did so because he was moving away for college, or because his parents did not approve of his white girlfriend. After the breakup Heather 3 finished high school rather unimpressively, as she refused to date, hook up, or slay virgins after heartbreak.
College was another venture, however. TVS were accepted at the same university and ended up rooming together for the first year. While Heather 1 and Heather 2 had steadily climbing numbers, easily knocking out one Chadlite after the other, Heather 3 was having trouble understanding the assignment, yet again. Heather 3 worked at a grocery store where she met her next incel crush, a 22-year-old manlet who measured a few inches shorter than her. Unlike the last, this crush did not develop past a one night stand because the sex was supposedly "too much" for him. Was he a truecel deeply afraid of intimate contact? Did he actually lose his virginity that night? Was the sex incredibly good or horribly bad? What did she really do to him? Who knows? The only thing I can venture to guess is true is that this was the moment that spurred Heather 3's incel fetish.
Two months after the manlet incident Heather 3 was introduced to a new coworker via a hiring diversity program, a 23-year-old autist with an honest to goodness fear of hot women. Could not maintain eye contact for a second, could not finish a sentence without an awkward pause or tripping over/mispronouncing words, could not even replicate an appropriate emotional reaction if he tried. Heather 3 invited him to a work party where she spent the evening draped over his shoulder, perched on his lap, or literally holding his hand during difficult social situations. That night they had sex with all the lights off so he wouldn't be too nervous to perform.
I'm sure there are more stories but these were the ones that stuck out most to me.
I attended a south Florida high school in 2012, situated in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere yet still packed with thousands of students from surrounding counties as we were the closest high school for miles. The cliques were endless and diverse but that didn't stop the gossip from spreading. In my sophomore year a particularly interesting whisper diffused among the classes, that a group of girls from yearbook club had formed a pact to take as many V-cards as possible before graduation, and subsequently dubbed themselves The Virgin Slayers (TVS). (They all shared the same first name, so for convenience I will refer to them as Heather 1,2,3.)
For a while this was all anyone could talk about, and the hype was real as we waited to hear of the inevitable first to be chosen. Unsurprisingly he was a Chadlite, albeit an inexperienced freshman, and the ball began to roll. Between the beginning of the school year and the Homecoming dance TVS snatched eight V-cards, and that was only between Heather 1 and Heather 2. Heather 3 seemed to be chickening out as she had yet to complete the deed. A week went by and the drama bomb was dropped: Heather 3 was actually a virgin herself, and admittedly had a crush on a currycel. He stood 5'8, extremely darkskin with added scary white eyes/teeth, bulbous curry nose, owned a collection of every color Toms shoes known to man. Reactions were mixed as the crush proceeded to public relationship. (I know I wasn't the only one staring in confusion when they held hands in the courtyard.) Like a well written teen rom-com, they lost their virginities on Prom night. The last shock came when the currycel ended the relationship, although it is unclear if he did so because he was moving away for college, or because his parents did not approve of his white girlfriend. After the breakup Heather 3 finished high school rather unimpressively, as she refused to date, hook up, or slay virgins after heartbreak.
College was another venture, however. TVS were accepted at the same university and ended up rooming together for the first year. While Heather 1 and Heather 2 had steadily climbing numbers, easily knocking out one Chadlite after the other, Heather 3 was having trouble understanding the assignment, yet again. Heather 3 worked at a grocery store where she met her next incel crush, a 22-year-old manlet who measured a few inches shorter than her. Unlike the last, this crush did not develop past a one night stand because the sex was supposedly "too much" for him. Was he a truecel deeply afraid of intimate contact? Did he actually lose his virginity that night? Was the sex incredibly good or horribly bad? What did she really do to him? Who knows? The only thing I can venture to guess is true is that this was the moment that spurred Heather 3's incel fetish.
Two months after the manlet incident Heather 3 was introduced to a new coworker via a hiring diversity program, a 23-year-old autist with an honest to goodness fear of hot women. Could not maintain eye contact for a second, could not finish a sentence without an awkward pause or tripping over/mispronouncing words, could not even replicate an appropriate emotional reaction if he tried. Heather 3 invited him to a work party where she spent the evening draped over his shoulder, perched on his lap, or literally holding his hand during difficult social situations. That night they had sex with all the lights off so he wouldn't be too nervous to perform.
I'm sure there are more stories but these were the ones that stuck out most to me.
